[For a long moment, Nirad frowns at the screens pulled up across the broad reflective (fingerprint smudged) window pane. He picks, for a moment, at an old scar at the center of his lower lip - some kind of habitual practice or impulse.
Then he shrugs, shakes himself, and blinks around to Sam.]
No. I don't think so. It just means we have a detail to keep our eyes peeled for I guess.
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Then he shrugs, shakes himself, and blinks around to Sam.]
No. I don't think so. It just means we have a detail to keep our eyes peeled for I guess.